"The sky's a blackboard high above you. If a shooting star goes by, I'll use that star to write "I love you" a thousand times across the sky" Teach Me Tonight - Dinah Washington

Teach Me Tonight

Epilogue

You shiver as you start walking up the path, pulling your long trench coat closer to your body. The leaves on the ground crinkle under the soles of your feet as the sun completely sets and disappears. Anticipation and excitement start growing in your chest, as well as nostalgia and wonderment. You walked this hidden path so many times back when you were fifteen, nothing stopping you from seeing his face. He was your drug. You were addicted to him. You worshipped him.

You still do.

You smile when you finally reach the cabin, noticing a single solitary light on where you presume he is. He doesn't know you are coming tonight, but that's okay. You know the element of surprise could be a helluva a turn-on, and that's what you're going for really. Taking another look around, you notice the tranquility of this place. All the trees and the lake - so beautiful and peaceful. You smile again before looking back at the cabin and slowly walking towards the entrance. You take your time climbing up the steps, making sure to not cause any noise. When you raise your hand to knock on the wooden door, you are bombarded with memories of all the times you came here looking for sex or love or something from him.

How things have changed.

The noise of your knuckles hitting the door vibrates through the forest it seems, and you put a hand to your mouth to keep in a giggle when he finally opens the door. His hair is messed up, sticking up all over the place while his clothes are messy and wrinkled. His eyes, dull and tired seconds ago, widen and suddenly a sly smile goes on his face. The next thing you know, he grabs your arm, pulling you into his cabin before pushing you up against the wall. His lips immediately find yours in a desperate embrace. You suppress a laugh again as you wrap your arms around his thin waist to pull him closer to you. He moans in the kiss, his hands reaching behind you, lightly resting on the small curve of your back. When you separate, his lips are slightly swollen and his cheeks are rosy. "Mr. Grey, I came here because I heard once upon a time, you were sleeping with one of your students in this very cabin." You say in a low voice that is filled with lust and seduction.

His eyes darken. "You heard right, Mrs. Grey. What's my punishment?" he smirks, his hands enclosing on your hips. He squeezes your skin before stepping closer to you and pressing you up against the wall. His lips brush against yours lightly before he starts nipping at them - softly at first before he starts getting rougher with you. A long time ago, you would have let him use you, fuck you, do whatever to you, but now?

Now, you get to be in control too.

"Now, now." You say, tilting your head away from him with a smile. You lick your lips, your red lipstick smeared a bit. His eyes flash with something and you grin seductively at him, before pushing him backwards until his legs hit the bed.

"What are going to do me, baby?" he says, almost amused. A smile is threatening to overtake his face as you give him a final push and his knees bend. He falls back on the bed with a soft thump but his eyes never leave yours. "Huh?" he questions with a smirk, his eyes bright. You scoff and shake your head, before taking off your jacket and letting it hit the floor. His eyes immediately go up and down your body. You almost laugh at the way he takes in the little black dress you threw on, until his eyes meet yours again. They are filled with desire. "I need you." He whispers.

You bite your lips before straddling him. He breathes in sharply before laughing at himself, as you put your arms around his neck. You pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, making him look you in the eyes so you can trace the side of his face. Suddenly, you move to his ear. "When we were younger, you didn't need me at all. You would fuck me." Your tongue darts out and your lips engulf his earlobe sensually. He moans, kissing at any of your skin he can get at. "And make me leave in the mornings." You remind him, pulling away to look around the room. He ignores you and goes straight to kiss your collarbone, squeezing your cleavage as he does.

You moan but focus on the room. Everything has changed. What used to be a messy teenager's room is now a messy young adult's room. Instead of the random half naked girl posters he used to have, he now has the plaques of all the past three multi-platinum records he and his brothers have realized under Black and Grey Records. Clothes are still slewed around the floor but at least he now has pictures of his family on his night table. "Baby." He whines, trying to get at your lips again. You roll your eyes, thrusting your lower body into his. His mouth opens in a gasp and suddenly he glares at you.

"Not fair." He says with a pout as you chuckle. His hand snakes around until it's tangled up into your hair to pull you close. When your lips fuse together again, you lose yourself in him before letting him pull you backwards. The two of you lie side by side with wondering hands and desperate lips. "God, I've missed you." He says throatily as his hands grab your hips again. Suddenly, he is kneeling you in between your legs for you to spread them. He pushes up your dress up more as he settles, his fingers tickling your thighs.

"You're the one who wanted to help your uncle these two weeks."

"You're the one who didn't want to come with me. Like work is a valid excuse for not wanting to be with me." He mocks as his lips start pulling at your skin again. You sigh when his tongue trails down your front until he is at the swelling of your breasts. His fingers immediately go to your straps, pushing them away roughly. Your breast, still encased in your tight bra, pop out as he pushes the dress down to your waist. He goes back down as soon as he lets go of the fabric, kissing one breast as his hand goes to the other. You open your mouth in a soundless scream when he tongue starts circling one nipple as his fingers start pinching the other.

"Shane." You moan, arching your back towards him. He groans, pushing his lower body against yours. His lips go back to find yours as his hands lightly pull your hair, your breasts flatten against his chest. Your fingers slide down his front until you are at the hem of his shirt, tugging at it as he pulls your bottom lip in his. Moaning, he separates from you to pull the shirt over his head. You frown disappointedly when you notice he still has an undershirt on but he ignores you before going back down on you. He kisses you - once, twice, three times - until you are light headed and pushing him away in order to breathe.

He laughs but falls to your side, suddenly helping you out of your dress. You look around the room again as he slides the material over your hips and down your legs. You smirk, still look away from him, when you hear him breathe in sharply. "Wow." He whispers, his hands falling onto your thighs. He squeezes the skin before his fingers trail up to finger the lace of your underwear. When you finally look back at him, he is staring at your lower body, his eyes going over every detail of your lingerie. You reach your hand up to his face before softly pushing his hair back out of his eyes. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm. "I love you." He whispers, looking you straight in the eyes.

You smile at him as he starts kissing your inner wrist. His teeth nip at the veins, making you gasp and shiver, until he slowly travels down the length of your arm with his lips. You sigh again as he reaches your collarbone, your neck and eventually your lips. "I lost my virginity to you in this bed." You whisper, almost to yourself.

He kisses the underside of your chin. "I lost my virginity to you in this bed." He reminds you, intertwining your hands. You shrug nonchalantly and he growls, snapping his teeth together. You giggle again and fist some of his hair softly to pull him to your lips. He immediately deepens the kiss, pressing all of his weight against your body as his hands travel down your sides. He pulls at the lace of your lingerie but relatively lets it be as he pulls himself up to bring your knees to his sides. He undoes your stilettos, his eyebrows indicating his surprise. You just smile at him. You watch as he carelessly throws the shoes on the floor before taking off his undershirt and throwing you a smile. "Finish undressing me?" he asks. His voice is low and husky and it makes you shiver, but you do as you are asked. Your fingers work against the cold belt buckle slowly.

When you finally get it done, you sit up to lay him down. He goes without a fight, smirking as his eyes darken and you shimmy off his pants. Your eyes travel down his perfect form before your hands join you. His painfully evident bulge grows as you lay your hand on it, cupping him. "Like that?" you ask innocently, with a small smile. He closes his eyes, biting his lip and nodding. "Good." You whisper before pulling his boxers off his body. His eyes snap open when you lower yourself on him. You remember back when he didn't used be comfortable with you going down on him. After the first couple times you did, however, he quickly changed his mind.

"God, Mitchie." He moans loudly when your tongue teases him. "Oh honey." He sighs as you take him in your mouth slowly. You laugh at the way he reacts, your mouth send vibrations down his member. "Fuck. Mitchie!" he jerks his hips up, involuntarily almost choking you. He hardly notices however until you scrape your teeth against his sensitive skin. He gasps sharply, looking at you surprised. You separate from him with a sly smile.

"Whoops?" you say mischievously, laughing as he growls again. Suddenly he pounces on you, falling on top of you. Your hair falls all around you like a halo and you look up at him with bright eyes. His nimble hands go straight to your bra, undoing it in seconds. He throws it haphazardly, much like the shoes. "Hey! Those cost money." You taunt as he glares at you briefly before lowering his head back to your breasts. You hold in a snicker. You know he is too sexually frustrated to continue joking around. He wants you and honestly, you want him too. You've missed him in the past couple weeks.

"I don't fucking care." He whispers darkly in your ear before grabbing your hips and lifting them up in the air. It doesn't take him long for him to take off your panties, but as soon as he did, you feel completely naked.

And you don't mind at all.

He separates your legs again, the smell that is all you hitting his nose. He immediately kisses your inner thigh, biting your skin presumably for payback. It only makes you more turned on. He massages each leg, taking time to do the same ministrations to both. You shiver when his head comes closer to your sex, his hand close as well. Suddenly, his tongue is flicking at your entrance, sucking, licking, doing all he can to make you squirm. "Shane." You choke out, moaning again. "Damn it. " You curse as his fingers start to join the process. He slips one, two, then three fingers into you, making you wetter and wetter for him. "Jesus." You groan throatily as he starts pumping harder.

You swear you can see stars. You can see the world. You can see everything. You can feel him squeezing your skin. You can feel him breathing against you. You can feel his fingers as you clamp down on them. When it finally hits you, you can hardly think. All you do is scream his name, ready for him to completely be one with you again. He smirks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as you lay panting and sweating. He runs his hands up your sides before bringing his body over yours. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his naked hips as he positions himself at your entrance.

Instead of going inside you, he starts teasing you. You groan, bucking your hips up. "Shane please." You tug at his hair and he chuckles huskily.

"Tell me how much you want me."

"Shane." You whimper as his fingers go down your body. The vibrations of his laughter is making you dizzy as bites your earlobe. "God, I want you. So badly. Please." You halfway beg,

You gasp as he slides into you, but he sighs softly. He kisses the underside of your chin as he buries himself completely inside you. You can feel every muscle of his body, feel every inch of his skin pressed up against you. "God, this is so amazing." He breathes out softly before bringing his hips up slightly. He lightly slams them back down as you scream slightly into his shoulder. Suddenly, your bodies take over, rocking and grinding in rhythm until he puts his hands on the back of your upper legs. You moan as he flips you over, his legs pulled up a little to give you support. He growls as you push your body down to meet him, taking more of him in you as you do.

Your fingers spray on his chest as he digs his fingers in your hips and push them down. Your eyes are cloudy but you look him in the eyes, brushing back his hair harshly. "That's my girl." He groans at a particularly hard movement before abruptly sitting up and hugging you tightly to his chest. You sigh because it's honestly the best feeling in the world - to have someone supporting you like this, holding you against him, loving you with no reluctance or hesitance.

Such a contrast from the first time you had sex in this room.

--

"I'm glad you came. These girls so have not changed." He tells you hours later as you snuggle up against him. You look at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously. I have way expect a Tess Jr. to be floating around." He mutters before remembering something. "Oh, wait. There so is. She's just like her, except with brown hair. What the fuck ever. She keeps trying to shake her ass in my direction to get my attention." He says with disgust, rolling his eyes.

You laugh. "Doesn't she know there is only one girl who can seduce you on a dance floor?" Smirking, you look up to catch his eye. He laughs before reaching to you and kissing you briefly.

"I have to tell her next time." He says with a smile. Suddenly, he laughs, his cheeks the lightest red. "Actually, the first time I entered that classroom, I totally got blasted with memories of taking you on that floor." He laughs, shaking his head. "We were so bad, Mitchie. Christ." He mutters before digging his head into your hair. He sniffs deeply before moaning. "That's amazing. New shampoo? Or do I just really miss you?" he smiles at you and you brush the hair out of his eyes.

"I miss you too, Shane." You tell him sincerely. He smiles before leaning down and rubbing your noses together. It feels so great to have him so close to you. He kisses your lips again before pulling away and pulling you close to his chest.

"How's my baby girl?" he asks as he digs his head in your shoulder. "How's the whole not wanting to go to school thing going?" he rolls his eyes as he brings the covers over the both of you. You giggle slightly when he brings them above your heads. "What? I like hiding with you." He laughs adorably before putting his head back on your shoulder.

You run your hands through his hair. "She's scared, but everyone says that normal. When we get to the age where the kids recognize who she is we're probably have to pull her out." You sigh as he groans. "But Shawn's doing fine. He keeps repeating 'No!' ever since he learned it. It's pretty annoying - not gonna lie." You laugh though before shaking your head. "He's so your child." Shane laughs and kisses your shoulder.

"What can I say? He's my boy. I taught him well." He says with amusement. He sighs happily before rubbing your nose again. Suddenly, he grimaces and gives you a strange look. You raise an eyebrow questioningly. "If I ever found out that Marie was effing around with some guy three years older than him I would shoot her. Oh my, God." His eyes widen as his face pales. He laughs, as if he is joking, but it is weak. A smile goes on your face before it fades.

"My Dad almost did. Remember?" Your voice is sad for the first time all night. Shane frowns, before nodding in agreement. "I'm glad you stuck with me after that. I never… I still cannot believe he did that." You choke slightly, feeling tears go to your eyes. Shane eyes narrow in concern and he immediately climbs slightly over you to wipe your eyes.

"Hey, hey." He whispers, his thumb brushing your skin. "I loved you, baby. I wasn't going to leave you. Plus, you just had my baby like five seconds ago. I wasn't gonna leave you and I definitely was not going to leave Marie. You two - plus Shawny - mean the world to me. I'm just glad you got away from your Dad and that he is where he belongs." Shane whispers before kissing your forehead. "You know it was in this bed that you first told me that you thought he was cheating on your mother with Dina." He adds absentmindedly with a sad tone.

You snort slightly before rolling your eyes. "I hate Dina and her damn red hair. Like seriously, someone told me her natural hair color is blonde. Like what the fuck." You pout, before sighing deeply. "Poor girl." You suddenly change your tune. "She didn't know what she was getting into when she got with my father. He… destroys everything in his path." You conclude, shaking your head before burying it in Shane's shoulder.

"I still cannot believe he tried to threaten me with a gun. I mean, after the baby shower, I thought he was just insane, but I never thought he would actually do something." He tells you while playing with your hair. You look up at him confused. "The baby shower?" you mouth at him confused. Shane bites his lip. "Yeah, he showed up unannounced at the end. He threatened me at the end. I thought he was just talking, but when he came into your house with that gun, I was so scared. I'm so glad that your mother got so much out of that divorce. Have you talked to him since the restraining order?" he asks, lowering his eyes. You look at him strangely.

You had no idea that your father went to the party, and now Shane thinks you are hiding things from him? Irony? Or just how men work? "No. I'm not allowed to first off, but I would never. I don't ever want to see his face again. Can we stop talking about my father please?" you say uncomfortably, squirming in Shane's arms. He sighs but nods, kissing your shoulder. "Anyways, Marie told me the other day that she misses Jason and them. Maybe we should set up a play date between Allie and her? Marie likes being an older cousin slash sister to little Allie - bossing her around all cutely." You laugh.

Shane smiles. "I bet Allie doesn't appreciate it much, although she's four so what does she know?" he raises his eyebrow before rolling his eyes. You moan in agreement before looking around the dark room again. "There are way too many memories in this damn room, you know that? I mean, some are good or whatever, but… Some kill me, Mitch." He sighs, following your glances. You scrunch you nose, wondering but already knowing what he will say. He presses his lips together. "We never talked about it again, but after you had the miscarriage and we slept together - that night killed me. Like it honestly haunted me for so long." He confesses to you.

You click your tongue. "That was the first time I drank like that. We were so young, Shane. So naïve and scared. We were so different back then." You muse before turning to look at him. "We didn't know what we could have yet, but now, we have our family and that's all that matters." You snuggle in his arms again, but after that the conversation diminishes.

It doesn't take long for sleep to come.

--

Years ago, seven to be exact, a couple weeks after you met Shane, you were in Song Writing with some other instructor besides your lover. In class, you were paired with another boy named Andy. He was sweet but he was a drummer - not a songwriter. He sheepishly let you do much of the work while he tapped his drumsticks against the desk. So for most of the time you were hard at work while he snuck glances at you. You would blush but ignore him, writing your heart away about Shane. "I'm sorry I suck so much." He would always say with a sad smile.

"You don't suck. It's fine, Andy." You would say with a smile shrug. One day in particular, he stayed close to you even after class was dismissed instead of dashing out like normal. You remember looking at him confused with raised eyebrows. "So, I have to go to Hip Hop with Shane now…" you trailed off uncomfortably. He nodded, turning red slightly.

"I know. I'm in your class." He answered, before clearing his throat. "Can I walk you?" he asked, rubbing his reddening neck. You sucked in your breath harshly and froze, but eventually nodded. A big smile spread on Andy's face before he reached over and grabbed your books for you.

Then he walked you to class.

As soon as you got there, you wanted to put as much space between you as possible. Your hands were shaking and your heart was beating fast as your wide innocent eyes searched for Shane. When your eyes seek him out, anger ran through you. Suddenly, you turned back to Andy and smiled brightly at him. He blushed and looked down awkwardly before putting his hand on your lower back to let you walk in front of him. The two of you walked slowly, allowing the crowd of teenagers to gossip about you for two seconds before being forgotten by Shane's actions.

For he was flirting with Tess.

You remember sending the meanest glare in their direction as Tess flipped that perfectly straightened hair and Shane sent her a smirk. People were pointing and whispering - all except Andy. He was clearing his throat again. You snuck a glance at him and he furrowed his brow concerned. "Are you okay? You're red." He asks, bringing his fingers up to brush your hair back just as Shane starts talking.

"Partners today. Try to pick someone you like enough to touch, aight people? Thank y-you." You looked back to wonder why his voice broke and you saw his wide angry eyes glaring at your direction. You pressed your lips together before turning around - almost dramatically - and facing Andy. You gave him a big smile again.

"Partners?" he asked with a shy grin. You nod and got into his arms, following Shane's direction while keeping an eye on his growing anger. After the third time Andy stepped on your foot, you sighed and paused for a second. That's when you heard Tess annoying voice ring through. "Yeah. He said he's giving me an A for this course. Then again, couldn't expect any different." She said with a smirk before giving you a smug glare. She knew you were doing badly in class. Hell, you knew you were doing badly. When you turned to look at Shane, your eyes met for a second.

He was angry with you about Andy, and you were angry with him about Tess. When the class ended, you tried to leave quickly but Shane called not only you but also Andy over. Andy sigh and frowned. "Sorry, teach. I'm the one of sucks. Not Mitchie." He immediately says with a laid back attitude he has never had around you before. Shane bit his lip and raised his eyebrow.

"Oh yeah. And why's that?" Shane asked calmly, although it still sent shivers up your spine. It drove you crazy that he could make you mad but still make you turned on. Suddenly, Andy pulled out a pair of drumsticks before doing a beat on the wall. Shane nods but rolls his eyes. "Maybe you shouldn't be in my class then? Transfer over to Aerobic.?" he suggested, faking sympathy. Andy's face lit up for a second before he remembered you. He shuffled and glanced at you briefly before clearing his throat. "It will be easy to do. It will be your requirement for exercise." Shane continued to play up the class.

Andy bit his lip before nodding. "Thanks, Shane. Maybe you're right." He said with a smile before frowning at you. "Well, at least we still have Songwriting, right?" he shrugged before looking at his watch. "Whoops. Piano Comp. See you later." He squeezed your shoulder softly before leaving. You and Shane stayed absolutely quiet until five seconds after Andy left.

"What the hell was that?" he hissed between his teeth, his dark eyes glued to yours. You swallowed and shrugged innocently, even though anger pulsed through you. He narrowed his eyes at you before taking a couple steps at you. "I don't want to see you with him ever again, Mitchie. Don't play with this." He threatened lightly, grabbing your hips violently. You scoffed very softly before shaking your head.

"And Tess?" you said pointedly, your chest rising up and down with every breath you took.

Shane pressed his lips together. "She's a good dancer. Shape up and maybe you can be half of what she is. Andy was the one sucking? No, baby. You were." He told you with a shake of his head. You felt tears come straight to your eyes and you immediately turned away from him. His hand snaked out and grabbed your arm. "Hey! You're paying for that - whatever the fuck that was - with Andy." He whispered darkly, pulling you to him. His lips met yours so hard that it almost made you cry, but you did not back down. You were angry and you needed a release.

So, sex it was

--

"So, who's taking care of the kids?" Shane asks you, pulling your hand towards him as you walk by the lake. You practically ignore him as you point at the canoe and start running towards it. You hear him laugh behind you as he runs after you, lightly tackling you to the floor. As you start to fall, his arms encircle your waist, allowing you to fall gracefully.

"Hey!" you pout as he smirks at you before kissing your nose. Suddenly, he is lowering himself to tickle you and bite at your skin. You squirm and laugh under him, throwing his a huge smile. Your hair intermixes with the leaves on the ground and you can feel your back start to get damp by the muddy grass, but you would not change it for the world. Shane is staring back at you with a his hair covering his eyes, looking way too beautiful for you to handle. He leans down and rubs his prickly cheek against your soft one before kissing your cheek.

Suddenly, you hear someone groan from beside you.

Both you and Shane looked up at the same time, looking the person who interrupted you. "Can you two get a room, please? I mean, seriously, you are married. Poor children that have to deal with super sexually active parents. You're gonna scar them for life." A girl says, putting her hands on her hips pointedly. Shane rolls his eyes and sticks up the middle finger at her, prompting you to smack him. He laughs and goes back down, putting his head on your shoulder. You run your hands through your hair before looking at your best friend. She rolls her eyes at you but smiles. "I love you two even if I want to stab Shane with a dull knife."

"Caitlyn!" you laugh, as Shane finally gets off you. He helps you up softly before brushing you're the grass off your back and rear end and then doing himself. "You are a bitch." You tell her, pointing at her mockingly. Caitlyn grabs her heart and pretends to be hurt, making you and Shane laugh again. You pull Caitlyn in a light hug. "How are the kids?" you ask in her ear.

Caitlyn waves you off. "Oh, they're fine. They're with your mother." She says before glaring teasingly at Shane. He growls at her before rolling his eyes and smiling. He grabs her roughly and pulls her in a tight hug, making her pretend to grimace. "Ugh, Mitchie - tell your husband to stop hugging me. He smells of bad soap." She says before yelling when Shane puts a handful of leaves down the back of her shirt that he had picked up. You gasp loudly and just stare, as Caitlyn's eyes darken with anger. She clicks her tongue as Shane gets out of her arms and starts backing away, snickering all the while. "Oh, it's on, Grey!" she says and suddenly the two are running around throwing leaves at each other.

You chuckle but do not join in. Instead, you sit at a picnic table and watch them, keeping an eye on their safety as they get more and more into the fight. "I can't live without you, but without you I'll be miserable at best." You hear your old favorite song come from your phone. Taking your eyes off your best friend and husband, you open the phone. "Hello?" you whisper with a smile on your face.

"Is your refrigerator running?" comes a deep, obviously masked voice.

You smirk and almost laugh out loud. "Um, I believe so." You fake innocence. The guy on the other line chuckles.

"Well, then you better get it Nighthawk." He jokes softly. You roll your eyes and he snickers. "By the way, all plans are set. Everything is in place. Where's Shane?" you sigh softly and look at the pair, your eyes widening when you notice they moved the fight to the lake. You wonder who pushed who briefly before turning back to the phone.

"Trying to kill our best friend. You know how Cait and Shay do. They will murder each other one day, I swear." You shake your head before smiling. "So where are you? Alexis texted me the other day. Is she still going to come tonight?" you ask, getting comfortable on the wooden bench.

He sighs. "Mitchie, me and Alexis broke up like ten minutes ago." He says, almost laughing at the end.

You roll your eyes. "Nate, you and I both know this will last twenty minutes before either you go back to her or she goes back to you. So, I rather have you two together, if you don't mind, for tonight because I've grown to actually like the girl. So grow a pair and either forgive her or ask for forgiveness. And that's final." You add when he starts to say something. "I mean it! You two have gone through too much bullshit for you to give up on each other." You scold him and he sighs.

"Yes, Mitchie." He says monotonously. "Plus, I just bought the flowers to say sorry." You laugh internally. You knew it would be his fault. You look up when you see a drenched Caitlyn sit down across from you. She huffs and crosses her arms. "Is that Nate?" she mouths. When you nod, she steals the phone.

"I fucking hate your brother. He pushed me into a muddy, dirty lake. Do you know how much that sucks?" "I don't care Nate." "Yeah, well - all I'm saying is explain to Mitchie that her husband might not be able to produce anymore kids in the future." You laughed at that one, especially when you notice Shane pushing his body out of the body. "Anyways, are you coming with Alexis tonight?" "Oh, really? Oh, maybe that's for the best. You can come stag. We can go together." "Oh, okay. Never mind then. Good luck." You frown at the sadness in her voice. You squeeze her wet shoulder softly when she hangs up.

"He says bye." she whispers, trying to be nonchalant. You squeeze her shoulder again. Suddenly, she throws her hands up. "I thought we were gonna get together, Mitchie. I mean isn't that just like written in every story. The main couple get together and the best friends do too? I really like him, but no! It's Alexis this, and Alexis that. I thought after the accident a zillion years ago, he would finally realize what a bitch Alexis is." She rants angrily.

You sigh. "Alexis is a great friend, Caity. I mean, sure she was annoying brat before, but she's a good person. She's been there for Nate all through his rehab and helped him walk again. I mean, he's completely okay right now solely because she was there for him twenty-four-seven. She's even been there for you when you and Nate got in that big fight. She helped you be friends again." You point out with a frown. Caitlyn almost glares at you, rolling her eyes. You put a comforting hand on her thigh. "Baby, we need to find you a new guy. Like Henry! You were with him for a couple years, remember? No Nate Grey bothered you. You need to stop pining for him." You advise her.

Eventually, Caitlyn nods. "I guess I have to realize that in real life the best friends usually do not end up together." She whispers into the wind

--

Tomorrow is Shane's twenty-fifth birthday, and you and Nate have been planning a hug party for at least half a year. You are actually the reason why Brown needed help in Camp. Of course, he had enough money to pay for a new counselor, but he convinced Shane that the camp was almost about to go into foreclosure and he could not afford a new teacher. So, Shane like a dutiful and still apologetic nephew said he would come - just like you predicted. "He was forced last time - for PR." Nate told you, trying to convince you Shane would never go for it.

But you know your husband.

"There's my baby boy." You smile brightly when you reach the cabin Brown gave your mother for the time being. Your mother looks up from the steps where she is with your son.

"Momma!" he says, throwing his hands up and reaching for you. You smile at him, wincing as his tiny fingers dig into your skin. He gives you a tight hug. You laugh and hug him back, before kissing the top of his forehead. Your mother gives you a smile before pulling you both in a hug. She kisses your forehead like you just did to your own child.

"Where's Marie?" you ask, climbing the stairs as your child clings on you. Looking down, you peer into your husband's brown eyes and your light brown hair. Shawn is such a mix of the two of you; it's unbelievable.

"With me." A voice calls from inside of the cabin. Your face softens as you enter the room and see your daughter and your mother-in-law playing cards on the bed. "Hey, sweetie." She says with a warm grin before throwing her arms out to indicate she wants a hug. You smile and go to her, giving you a tight hug. "How have you been, honey? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you." You laugh before going to your daughter.

Marie has her dark curly hair pulled in two pig tails with a nice little pink sundress. You tickle her nose before kissing her cheek. "Hey, lovely girl. How was staying with the grandmas?" you say, sitting behind her. You pull her to your chest. Marie looks up at you, giggling slightly before showing you her hand.

She comes close to you. "I'm going to win, Mommy. Grandma Cat stinks." She says, trying to whisper. Your mother-in-law laughs before shaking her head. Suddenly, Marie hugs you too, almost punching her brother. "I missed you, Mommy. Can we see Daddy? Where is he? He owes me chocolate." She pouts at you, her light blue eyes - the same ones Catherine Grey has - sparkling in the light.

You laugh, shifting Shawn in your arms as he starts to doze off. "Um, Daddy fell in the lake." You say with an amused expression. Both your mother and Ms. Grey look at you with surprise. You wave them off. "He's fine. He's taking a shower to get the mud off him, but he's be here soon." You say just as someone knocks on the cabin door. You tilt your head backwards to see your little brother walk in. "Hey, Nate." You say just as Marie's face brightens.

"Uncle Nate!" she squeals as Nate chuckles under his breath. He goes to her and picks her up, spinning her arm carefully. She laughs mirthfully and he smiles, but you can tell something is wrong. His movements are a bit forced and he looks out of it.

"Hey, Marie, baby." You tell your daughter as Nate sits her down again to give your mother and his mother kisses on their cheek. "Stay with Grammy One and Two. Me and Uncle Nate have to talk." You tell her, running your hands through her soft hair. She nods at you, going back to her previously forgotten cards. Still carrying your son, you pull Nate outside.

Nate over the years has grown up completely. He is not a little boy anymore, and lately for the band, he is the front man. Now that his brothers are married and with kids, he is the go-to hot guy. Right now, he is wearing a white shirt with a leather jacket and skinny jeans, a pair of aviators sitting on his face. "Alexis is quote unquote done with me. She thinks I'm cheating on her." He says, shuffling his feet.

You frown. "You know Caity is interested right?" you say softly. He winces and looks away.

"She's like my sister, Mitchie. I just… can't. I'm sorry." He mumbles an apology. You press your lips together and nod.

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"Thank you for throwing this party, baby. It means a lot." Shane nuzzles your neck as you move onto the dance floor. There are hundreds of people around you, but you love how Shane makes you feel like you are the only person in the world around him. "Where are the kids?" he asks as he spins you around. You laugh, thinking back at how Marie made fun of Shane when he came to your mother's cabin for falling in the lake.

"They are with Jason. Allie and Marie are playing, and Shawn's sleeping. I think he's coming down with something." You tell him, worry creeping up in your voice. Shane frowns but hugs you to his chest. For a long time, the two of you just dance to the random songs the deejay plays, not looking at anything else but each other's eyes.

You fell in love at this camp.

And now, you have come full circle. Coming back here these last few couple of days have made you feel fifteen again, but also have made you realize what Shane is to you. Of course, there are problems and there have been set backs, but you aren't kids anymore. Little nor big things knock you down anymore; the two of you have each other. You support one another, telling each other everything. Nothing is left unsaid. Nothing is hidden. You are husband and wife, best friends, and lovers.

You are everything to each other.

When you wanted to go visit Sierra's grave for the first time, he was beside you. When Nate was in the hospital, you held his hand. When your father tried to separate you, you stood by Shane and Shane stood by you. When your father didn't walk you down the aisle - not that you wanted him to - Shane understood that you needed to cry. When his father didn't show up to the reception, you allowed him to be angry. When you confessed to him you wanted another child, he smiled widely and nodded.

It's been seven years, but love has not waned. It has only grown.

Shane hugs you tightly to his chest, putting his arms around your waist as you move slowly to the song playing. It is a jazz song by Dinah Washington but being covered by Amy Winehouse. It's very old but for some reason, you absolutely love it. "What song is this?" Shane asks after he realizes you are singing along.

You smile up at him, shrugging your shoulders. "Teach Me Tonight. Isn't it amazing?" you whisper softly against his chest. He laughs and nods, humoring you as you dance to the song. "I love you Shane." You say kissing his cheek. He moans slightly, smiling at you. "And I'm so thankful I met you."

"Same, Mitchie. Same." He says before spinning you again.

XXX

The End.

Wow, I feel like throwing up - seriously. I feel so sad and accomplished and happy and very very sad and I did not want to finish writing but I had to and it's over.

And I'm sad.

But this is it. it needed an ending and that was final. A whole year writing for you guys has truly changed me. This story has meant everything for me. This girl - Mitchie - was/is very close to my heart.

Thank you to every single one of you who has supported me and has stayed with me through thick and thin.

Thank you to Sabrina who has betaed and been there and loved me. Thank you for being here love. Thank you so fucking much. Thank you for listening to me and helping me and arguing with me. Thank you for everything.

To my reviewers, thank you for believing in me. Thank you for never backing down. Thank you for these reviews. Thank for understanding and for your sympathy. Thank you for your love.

To the Jonas Brothers, specifically Joe, thanks for being hot haha.

I love you all.

And once again -

The End.

Sandra

PS - new story. It is called The Undeveloped Story and it is up at : http://www. fanfiction. net/s /5467308/1/The_undeveloped_story (Take out spaces)